Of All Things That Can Happen To

The Life Of A Writer Is Tragic: The More We Advance, The Farther There Is To Go And The More There Is To Say, The Less Time There Is To Say It.

I Felt The Vulnerability, The Fragility Of The Children Of The World, And How It Was, Nonetheless, On Their Frail Shoulders That We Loaded The Weight Of Our Weary Hopes And Eternal New Beginnings.

Of All Things That Can Happen To Us, Triumph Is The Most Difficult To Endure When We Are Alone. Deprived Of Witnesses, It Shrinks At Once.

Could We Ever Know Each Other In The Slightest Without The Arts?

It's A Funny Life. Either You Don't Make A Red Cent And You Have All The Time In The World, Or Else You Get Double The Money And You Don't Have A Moment To Spend A Penny Of It.